Fictional Affection

Chapter One

Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, sitting up to turn it off. The crazy duck noise it made drove me up the wall, and I was on the verge of grabbing it and smashing it to the ground. It was a sunny,fresh day... I wish. The clouds that gathered in the sky were grey and not a trace of the blue sky was visible. Rain made pitter-patter noises on the roof of our small house and dripped down the windows. It was freezing, and I wanted to just cuddle up in my onesie and enjoy a long, dreamless, sleep. But unfortunately life decided to gang up on poor me and chose today,out of all days,it would be Monday. If only it was Friday.

I climbed out of bead slowly, letting my body adjust to the cold temperature. I wanna cryyyy. But then I saw it. My phone, sitting perfectly on my shelf, plugged into a charger, waiting to be rescued. I needed to check all my five Instagram fanpages. I crawled slowly towards my shelf, careful not to make a noise for no apparent reason. I reached my destination and grasped onto what was worth my life. With eager eyes, I clicked the phone on and ignored the blinding light of the screen. Instagraminstagraminstagram. Already logged into my first fanpage, I checked the notifications. It took like, 30 minutes to do all that then I realised it was already 7 and my bus leaves at 7.17. I hop up,and scurry around my room trying to find my school uniform. Ugh where is it?

I finally found the white,crippled blouse,the thick plaid kilt and the black blazer. Pulling them on,I rushed out to find I had no time to savour a Nutella sandwich and grabbed an up & go. I ignored the note my dad left me on my kitchen table and rushed out to the bus stop,my laptop in my hands and bag on my back. I reached the bus stop,where a few other girls in my grade were sitting. They were those kind of people who were annoyed by our school uniform,and pulled their kilts up to mid-thigh,let their hair out and going against the schools dress code by wearing knee-length socks instead of stockings. I've seen some of them on the weekends,too, when they wear weird maxi skirts with crop tops and high waisted shorts with tank tops, weird shoes which will probably break their ankles one day and fake glasses. Wannabe hipsters.

Pulling out my phone and plugging in my earphones,I plonk on the bus stop bench and wait for the bus. Our old,beat up bus finally came,making horrible scratching noises of rusty metal. And no,the wheels on the bus did not go 'round and round',in fact the wheels resembled odd shapes and rather tumbled its way around. I took my usual seat in the bus,right in the front,unlike the other seniors who preferred sitting in the back.

The rides to school were always bumpy and cramped, and my dinner from last night threatened to make a reappearance. At school, I was the more shy kind of person and tended to keep quiet. But when I'm with my friends... I do the craziest poo you could ever imagine. I spot my close friend, Hannah, stuffing her face with a huge mars bar whilst reading the last few pages of her English textbook. Next to her, my three other besest-unicorn friends sit,all doing their own business.

"Hey guys!" I greet them with my goofiest grin. Candy, who was jabbering away on her phone looked up and flashed me a smile. After hanging up, she said, "Haiii darl! Ohmugosh I got this new dolly magazine and it has this humongous poster with josh hutchersen on it! Eeeek!" Wait what

"Candance Boit, please, I have no interest in anyone except,of course, Oliver Dabert (A/N made up fictional dude)." Oliver Dabert, who you would look at as the worlds most perfect creation ever made. His thick,dark brown hair, glowing green eyes, tall build and the smartest brain you could ever imagine reminded me of the perfect Prince Charming. Heck,he could even be better than Augustus Waters (A/N Augustus Waters is from tfios and I'm mentally dating him) . All my dreams were about him,whether it was us going on a date, or like,getting married or going on honey moon... If only people like him were real. All these girls on the Internet go "oh yeah tumblr boys are good looking let's just think they're perfect" BUT THEY'RE NOT. The only perfect human being is Oliver Dabert,full stop.